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They were the one who knew to lift my leg over their shoulder, providing the perfect angle to grind against their face. They knew the trigger spot on my hip that would send a bolt of lust straight to my crotch. And it seemed like my bottom growth aroused them. Theo sucked until my dick was engorged, then licked the oversensitive bundle of nerves to yank me away from the edge before I could find release, humming the entire way like they were consuming their last meal.

Then they would back off, leaving me crying and arching my hips toward their mouth for more. Both of my hands were in their hair now, latching onto thick fistfuls of their rosy waves, scratching at their scalp and giving them quiet mewls of wordless praise.

“You’re perfect, Shea,” they murmured against my skin, dragging wet lips across my thighs and back to my dick. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

My only response was a hoarse cry, my orgasm just out of reach. “Da, please. Th-Theo…”

“God, keep saying my name like that, Shea.”

Theo slipped two fingers inside me and curled them, combining the move with a firm suck that brought tears to my eyes. I was so close. “Theo…” I panted. Words were nearly impossible. My hips rocked against their mouth, chasing that release that was so close, yet so far away.

I couldn’t—I wouldn’t—until they said so. Even after all the time, my body knew who was in charge.

My begs and whimpers reduced to nothing more than senseless babbling. They stopped licking, sucking my T-dick into their mouth and nearly pulling my orgasm right out of me. “Theo!”

They laughed and released me with a pop. “That’s it, boy. Tell me who you belong to.”

Chapter Ten

Theo

Damn, my boy could make some noise. Shea begged and pleaded, muttering my name like a prayer, like I could deliver him from the deepest pits of the underworld.

To hell with anything his parents put him through—I was his salvation. I was his savior, the one to protect him from the evils of this world.

Still two fingers deep, I peppered wet kisses over Shea’s thighs, stroking and adding pressure to that spot deep inside him. I peered up from between Shea’s legs, my eyes meeting bleary blue ones. He was a wreck, sweaty, writhing, and panting, but his body still belonged to me.

“Are you ready to come for me, baby?”

Shea nodded frantically, lip trapped between his teeth. I put my mouth to him again, sucking hard and feeling his dick swell beneath my tongue. My free hand reached up, tugging his lip free and damn, the sounds that came out of my boy were intoxicating. Better than any drug, any bottle. The fireworks only existed to compliment the sweet moans and cries falling from his lips. I sucked as hard as I could, curling my fingers and pressing down on his belly to hold pressure on that spot until my boy fell apart beneath me.

Shea’s release crashed into him like a tidal wave, messy and splashing against my fingers and chin. I lapped up every sweet drop, stroking his engorged dick with my tongue stud right where he needed it the most.

His body trembled, writhing with oversensitivity—but he didn’t tell me to stop. Instead, he let me lick him clean, watching with rapt attention as I sucked my fingers between my lips to do the same.

Shea went lax, letting me clean him up and wiggle his clothes back onto him. I laid down next to him, tugging him onto my chest. I could have chalked it up to exhaustion, or post-orgasm brain fog, but the words that slipped from Shea’s mouth were ones we could never bring ourselves to say. They were too painful, knowing that we never stood a chance as a couple—not if his parents had any say. The words came out as little more than a whisper, but I heard them. My breath hitched, and those damned tears returned. The fireworks stopped, the silence of the night deafening and the scent of gunpowder lingering in the ear. Shea pulled me closer, tipping my face down to claim my mouth in a soul-stealing kiss.

“I love you, too, Shea.”

Later that night, I laid awake in the quiet of the cabin, the only sounds being the songs of the cicadas outside. It was rare for me, being unable to sleep, but I wanted to soak up every ounce of this boy that I could. I wanted to trace the lines of his face, memorizing every lash that fluttered over every freckle that scattered across his cheeks like those stars over the night sky.

He always found solace in the stars. When nothing else made sense, they did.

We did.

It was nearing midnight by the time we made it back to the cabin, both of us emotionally drained from the heavy conversation. Shea didn’t want to be diapered, but he let me bathe him and accepted a pacifier when he couldn’t keep his thumb out of his mouth. In the end, he’d put on nothing more than my T-shirt. Frankly, it looked better on him anyway. I stayed in my sports bra and a pair of boy shorts, pulling Shea into my arms when he cuddled down in bed next to me.

I couldn’t help but brush tender kisses across his forehead and comb my hands through his cropped blond hair. I didn’t miss the length. It was better this way—more like him.

Soft footsteps padded up the stairs, the only noise to interrupt the sounds of the night. I glanced up to see a bundle of pink hair standing there in a pair of cutoffs and a tank top. “Come in,” I whispered.

Kaylee eased the door open and slipped inside, catching it behind her before it slammed. “I thought I’d come interrogate you about this guy. Did you two have a good time tonight?”

I smirked, proud of how easily I’d unraveled Shea, making him come on my fingers until he was a babbling mess. I didn’t answer Kaylee’s question—not out loud, anyway. Carefully, I stroked the back of my knuckle along his plush cheek, pink from the afternoon in the sun.

Outside of Jordan, Kaylee was my closest friend and had been since I opened Playhouse. She knew everything about me, including the darkest parts of my past. I never realized how much pain I was holding onto after Shea was taken—not until Kaylee practically beat it out of me and helped me move past it.

“Let me show you something.”